The tundra seemed quiet and safe in the wake of their encounter with the buck. Eira did not relay any message of danger, and the flashing images Noah got in his mind were that simply of snow and ice. With Talyson's help, it didn't take long to get the doe prepared and settled into the sled. Noah patted the lead dog's head without much thought, though kept his eyes on the younger man as he spoke.
Noah smiled a soft, wrinkled smile. "You could have taken on that buck without me. That knife you've got there," Noah gestured to the weapon on Tal's belt with his chin, "is something quite special. Who made that for you?" Part of him wondered if it was Deimos, to help keep Talyson safe during the war, but the other part felt confident that it had been a god.
"We should head back to the Citadel soon. Even if Boreal finishes the gut pile, an ursur or wolf pack will be on this scent soon enough." Noah said, readying himself for the travel back to the safety within the walls.
Noah smiled a soft, wrinkled smile. "You could have taken on that buck without me. That knife you've got there," Noah gestured to the weapon on Tal's belt with his chin, "is something quite special. Who made that for you?" Part of him wondered if it was Deimos, to help keep Talyson safe during the war, but the other part felt confident that it had been a god.
"We should head back to the Citadel soon. Even if Boreal finishes the gut pile, an ursur or wolf pack will be on this scent soon enough." Noah said, readying himself for the travel back to the safety within the walls.
